Dreams Don't Die - Large Professor

Every Friday we’d turn off the TV and slide away

The loveseat, Pops would nod to the beat

Me and sis would insist which record was next

While Moms tapped her feet on the floor, God bless

We lived in the tall building complex

Up the block from the Unisphere, there

Is where I started, to manslaughter

Dance steps on the floor to Bambaataa, looking for the

Perfect beat, Marvin Gaye, fish full of mercury

Blasted out them speakers while my new sneakers

Shrieked and screeched moonwalking to the tune’s organ

So much music love in this little apartment

Had jazz, soul, blues and hip hop

Moms drunk booze, Pops puffed zip loc

Bags of grass, or green, as recent as it seem

A blast from the past

It was all a dream

Me and her, she and I, had started seeing eye

To eye, one day when I was cooling with my guy

Q-Tip uptown, was feeling kinda down

My brother rolled through and said «Let's ride around»

Had just broke up with the rap group

Was ready to black boot-stomp motherfuckers but dat route

Was mad illogical and God came to me in a vision

Saying «Here, now Tribe’s your crew»

Back to driving through Harlem with the Abstract

Seen her on the hunt, 45th with the ass fat

And the tits big, «Yo what’s this kid?

You better slow down, it’s about to go down»

Pulled the car over and I

Proceeded to the female and began to thread the needle through the eye

A few years later in Queens

It was all a dream

When I met you, I was in awe cause you was that dude

Now I see pictures on the wall and peeps tattoo

Your face on body parts, you in the bay on trolley carts

Heard you playing during Mardi Gras

You everywhere, yeah, that was the mission

On the streets with your peeps, no parents' permission

Getting high, getting by off a little street money

I identify with that, cause we one and

The same, aside from similarity in name

1972, we both the same age

Broke the same cage and will reign in history

Those responsible still remain a mystery

The way it went down makes me raise my fist at the

Lack of love, seems like only yesterday

I met up with Busta go and get a chip phone

He said «Follow me,» jumped in the whip, we hit the road

He made a quick stop by St. James and Green

You got out and said, «What's up with some beats?»

It was all a dream, and dreams don’t die